Solomon's Private File #186
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 23 in this story, in the Spring of 2049.
Solomon's Private File #186 "Mighty Meaty Meteor"
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I said to Hawk, "I'm going to Reting. Want to come along?" He said,
"Sure!" We ported to the office of the Abbot, who was waiting for us.
He had a big smile, but it was different from any he had before. Hawk
stared at him, and I grinned at Hawk. He noticed, and said to me, "You
knew!" I said, "Obviously. Meet Buddha Reting." They bowed to each
other. I said to Reting, indicating Hawk, "Your new personal student,
when schedules permit." Reting bowed, still not losing his big smile,
and said, "I will serve with pleasure." I said, brightly, "I knew
that." I said to Hawk, "I knew he would become who he is now, because
my father did when they first met. I knew that about Rhamcha, too."
Hawk said, "You know who will become enlightened?" I said with a smile,
"Sometimes, the enlightened can see the probability in others, usually
at a moment of change." Retting said, "When I first met your father.
That changed me." I said, "Yes. He knew it, and saw your potential.
Often, a significant change in a person can open the door wider than
usual, for enlightenment to progress. Then it is best to take advantage
of it, for there might not be another such opportunity in that life."
Reting said, "And for me, so close to the end of my life, to fulfill my
purpose." Hawk understood all of it, and was crying. We all hugged, and
I ported home.
Mom was crying, too. She said, "That was beautiful!" Galya said, "Why
Reting and not Rhamcha?" I said, "Better fit, and Retting needed it,
which can enhance the relationship. I see your other question.
Different paths for different people, and all involving this is rarely
obvious until it becomes the past." They nodded acceptance, and we
hugged and kissed with love.
There was a big commotion in the news. A meteor was going to strike
the Earth. A big one. Government scientists had kept it secret on
request, but that didn't last long. Amateur astronomers saw it and did
the calculations, and then went very public, which wanted to panic.
Leaders said they knew I wouldn't let it hit the Earth. I did a show on
CNN about it. John, the science expert said, "When did you know the
meteor was going to strike the Earth?" I said, "I knew the meteor would
possibly come very close to the Earth after it last came close eight
years ago. I suspected it might hit when it came back, about three
years ago. About six months ago was when I knew it would hit, which was
about the same time the scientists of the major governments discovered
that. Very skilled and knowledgable people." He looked surprised, and
said, "So the government knew?" I said, "America, yes, and England,
Russia, and others, too." He said, "A conspiracy of silence?" I said,
"No conspiracy. When do they ever agree on anything? I think it was
possible they wanted to make sure before making it public, and maybe
some reluctance to cause panic. And who actually believes anything the
government says? That's fixed when all the amateur astronomers could
confirm it, making denial unlikely. And that's what happened. Don't
bother to ask the government. They're good at cleaning up the past, if
you know what I mean." He grinned and said, "I do." I said, "Could call
it retroactive reality revisions." He chuckled and said, "Yes, I like
that!" I bowed.
He said, "Would you allow the meteor to strike the Earth?" I said, "I
would not like to let that thing mess with us. But there is a problem.
What do I DO with it?" He said, "Could you deflect it?" I said, "I can
do practically anything with and to it, but the real problem is
deciding exactly what to do. I'm undecided if indecision is the right
thing now." He chuckled and said, "So, what are your choices?" I said,
"I can port it anywhere. That just by itself makes a lot of choices
available. I can crumble it into a fine powder. I could spilt it up
into many small pieces, to make a fine looking but harmless meteor
shower. But I know what I'd like to do." He said, "Something with
humor?" I said, "I don't think you were supposed to guess that. I was
thinking of porting it to rest on the moon, causing a thousand years
from now, space explorers to scratch their helmets, well, their heads
would be inaccessible, in wonder at how the heck it got there." He
said, "Sounds like a plan. I like it."
He said, "Do you know what it's made of?" I said, "It's the usual
rocky type, but with a nickel iron core." He said, "We could use the
iron." I said, "Actually, no you couldn't use the iron. It isn't like
refined scrap iron, where it's in manageable pieces, or iron ore,
that's crushable rock. How do you handle a kilometer thick chunk of
hard nickel iron? You couldn't cut it up with anything you have. But
that's not the real problem. Who gets it?" He said, "Oh, I see. That
would be a problem. Competing nations and companies." I said, "And it's
the same for what else I can do with it. Who decides? Anything that is
proposed is going to be opposed by somebody else." He said, "True.
Could you put it into orbit around the Earth or Moon?" I said, "Yes I
can. If I do put it into regular orbit, it has to be decided where." He
said, "What if scientists got together and voted on it?" I said,
"Scientists voting? Sure. Check for weapons, first." Chuckles. I said,
"A small problem, though. Moon's, and Earth's gravitation is massive
compared to the rock. Any orbit around either of them won't last more
than a few thousand years, without periodic correction. Sooner problems
when it gets too close, and wipes out some satellites."
He said, "True. People don't realize that all Earth orbit satellites
will eventually fall to Earth after they run out of correction fuel." I
said, "Those that small and close, yes. The Moon won't fall, because
it's too big and far. In fact, it's pulling away from the Earth, a
little bit each year. Not enough to notice even in a thousand years,
except with laser measurements." He said, "Which you helped us set up
on the moon." I said, "I did, and it was fun, too." He said, "Would you
lead an expedition to the meteor?" I said, "No. I won't bring people to
the meteor. Not enough gravity to be noticed. People would be floating
off into space. Not something for anybody but professional astronauts,
and they aren't trained enough in science. That was a big problem in
the early space program." He said, "Yes it was. Not enough
documentation to go along with the samples." I said, "Can't blame them.
Survival first." He said, "Right." I said, "If nobody can come up with
an idea I like and can agree with, I'll probably just put the thing on
the Moon. Maybe next to the flag." He grinned and said, "Biggest flag
in the galaxy you said. Still true?" I said, "Just checked. True. Still
the biggest flag. Well, who else would waste the resources and effort
to do that?"
He said, "We're getting questions in. People are asking why the
satellite orbits decay." I said, "So tell them." He said, "Please." I
said, "Coward." He laughed. I said, "Gravity affects everything, even
if it's not noticeable. Think of the tides. The Moon's gravity causes
that. It does the same to the satellites. Makes them wobble a little.
And that makes them slow down a little. And that makes their orbits a
little lower. The hight of the orbit is caused by how fast they are
going, that counteracts the pull of Earths gravity. The satellites are
always falling, but the Earth is round. Going fast enough, they don't
strike land, but fall right around the Earth, falling continuously in a
big circle. You want a higher orbit, you don't aim your rockets down to
push you up, you aim your rockets back along your orbit, to make it
faster, and you will automatically go into a higher orbit."
I was showing graphics that illustrated it. I said, "They slow down
and go to a lower orbit, they will eventually encounter the atmosphere.
But that's not something that acts like a boundary layer. At first
there are just a few molecules of air, like one per meter. But going
fast, and well, it's a long way around the Earth. Hitting that many
molecules, even that far apart, can slow you down over time, even
faster. The lower you go, the more dense the air, and the resistance of
that, makes you go much slower, but you get very hot, too, from the
friction. Most of the satellites that fall, burn up before they hit the
ground. Bigger things can make quite an impression." He chuckled. He
said, "Where will the big meteor land if you do nothing about it?" I
said, "It would land in the North Atlantic, South of Greenland, angling
toward the East. Here's what would happen." I showed the video of it in
real time, and in slow motion. There were gasps from the crew. I said,
"It would have already mostly exploded before it actually reached the
water, from resistance with the air, caused by the speed of the strike.
It's the heat and shock wave from that, which would cause most of the
damage. Earth would be permanently changed. New England and upper Mid
Atlantic America, part of Eastern Canada, Greenland, Iceland, and Great
Britain, would be practically wiped clean, as would the whole Iberian
Peninsula and France. Northeast Africa, too. Massive Tidal waves all
over the Atlantic. Dust in the air causing climate changes. Billions
would die before the Earth recovered."
He said, "Wow!" I said, "But we shouldn't let that happen." He said,
"Would we have been able to stop it, if you and your group hadn't
existed?" I said, "If we hadn't existed, we wouldn't be worrying about
this now. We'd all be slaves of aliens or dead many times, so let's not
go there. I think you mean, would the science of Earth have been able
to stop it? Not now. Only recourse you would have would be atomic bombs
and missiles, and it wouldn't change much. If you had kept the space
program going like my father said you should, you probably could have
stopped it. Hmm, maybe I should just let it hit, and teach you all a
lesson. Making yourself helpless against a known danger, is the hight
of foolishness, and deserves the consequence of that. Your scientists
have known for centuries that it was not a matter of if, but of when.
But you didn't care. You would rather spend all your resources on
killing each other, instead of advancing yourselves to actually protect
yourselves from extinction. Why should I save you from what you cause
yourselves? If I did, wouldn't that make you continue to be foolish and
short-sighted? Is being your protector, a good thing for you? I think
it might not be. You will just have to see if I actually save you
again. Or not." I signaled it was over. John said, "Thank you Solomon
for helping to understand this." I said, "You're welcome." We were off
air.
The producer came in and said, "Strong words!" I said, "I think I
noticed. Some talking points for you. My father was instructed to not
stop man created global warning. If people want me to ask God, you
might tell them the answer could be something they really wouldn't want
to hear. No, I'm not planning to ask. I don't want to be told no, too."
They saw my tears, and said John said, "You're serious!" I said, "More
often than you think. Much more, actually. I'm going to put it on the
Moon at the last minute, if I'm not told otherwise. You know I will
listening." They looked at me and nodded.
There was a LOT of talk about what I said on the show. John said what
I suggested he say about it, and that caused even more talk. I did
release a statement that what any government would and could do about
it, would just make it worse. If it hit on land, almost all people
would die. That didn't stop them. US and Russia sent up fusion
warheads. I said in a statement, "I warned against doing anything
against the meteor. Now, because of the attack, it's course is shifted
a little. It's now aimed at the super volcano, which happens to be
overdue for eruption, at Yellowstone National Park in America. If that
had blown just all by itself, most life in North America would have
ended, and the Earth would have been without sunlight for nine years.
What you have done will make it worse. I warned you. Did you think I
was lying, or even capable of that?" There was a lot of anger and fear
expressed. I said, "Something for you to consider. I never said I
wouldn't protect the Earth from it. You don't even have that excuse for
your foolishness." There was a lot more comment, and not all happened
to be against me.
I said to Mom, "I really wish Chad were still around." She grinned,
and said, "I know what you're doing. Part of it is to get them to
expend the bombs." I said, "No credit. Obvious." Pokes. Then people all
over the world told their politicians to trust God, and me, the Voice
of God. When the rock was close enough to be visible to people with
binocs, I ported it to rest on the moon next the UN flag Dad had put
there. We scheduled that to happen during a CNN show with me. John
said, after the reports of it being there were confirmed, "Why did you
wait so long?" I said, "I waited so long before deciding what to do,
because I didn't want to risk being ordered to put it back on track. I
didn't ask God, because I didn't want to risk being told to let it
hit." He said, "People are very angry with you for not acting sooner.
Will they understand that you did what you thought would give us the
best chance of survival?" I said, "People in general, understand what
they want to understand, which doesn't always match anything like
reality. Well, look who they vote for." He surprised himself by
laughing loudly.
I said, "In the end, I've come to the conclusion that we've all been
played." He said, "What do you mean?" I said, "Thinking back on a lot
of what I've been involved with, I can see that in a lot of it, it was
more God's will than mine, that caused the choices I made. Way too many
coincidences. My father thought the same. I think God was testing us.
Yes, testing me, too. Maybe he wondered if I would act against his
wishes. Maybe he was testing all of you, in if you would do something
foolish, and if you really believed I can't lie, and that I really do
speak for God. I can't prove any of that, but I do have to admit that
I'm the most intelligent person alive, by a factor in the thousands. My
thoughts about this aren't er, stupid." He grinned and said,
"Absolutely!" I said, "Er, thanks." Chuckles.
I said, "One thing good has come from this. There are less atomic
bombs in the world now." He looked surprised and said, "Do you think
that God did this specifically for that?" I said, "It's only a personal
opinion, but I think it's a little more than possible that he used this
situation to cause us to have less atomic bombs on Earth. Hmm, I like
to think so, actually. Worthy goal, but maybe not so happy making, with
scaring the er, stuff out of people in the process. Oh, there's a
meteor shower happening now, with the parts that were blown off. Want
to see pics?" He said, "Please." I showed some videos from the ground
perspective, looking up at the sky over the center of America. It was
twilight there. Made a good show. John said, "If they had shot at it
when the government knew it was going to hit, and had not waited, would
that have succeeded?"
I said, "Some are not going to like this." He said, "Oh! Please tell
us!" I said, "Done right, and there is no telling if they could have
aimed so accurately as to do it exactly right, yes, they could have
caused it to miss the Earth, if they had launched the strikes as soon
as they knew it would hit. I'll show you in diagrams." I did,
explaining vectors. He said, "Good explanation. It also means that you
could have told them then, and didn't. I said, "True. I thought about
it, but had a sudden feeling that I should let them see that for
themselves. Unfortunately, they did, but much too late." He said, "Now
I understand more. That sudden feeling. God's nudge." I said, "Well,
I'm His, so I believe that."
I said, "Recently, I detected a space ship approaching our galaxy
from another galaxy. I talked to the Mission Commander. There was some
reluctance to express the truth to me, which I er, fixed." He laughed.
I said, "They were very advanced in tech, which meant they could have
succeeded in taking the slaves they were looking for, us, and others in
the galaxy, to add to the slaves they had taken in their own galaxy,
which I was going to fix. Well, you know me." He said, "Indeed I do!" I
said, "I asked the Commander why he chose our galaxy for that, when
there were others closer to his. He said it was a feeling." He said, "I
see what you mean. God influenced him to choose our galaxy, so you
would notice, and help them in the other galaxy." I said, "And was it a
coincidence that I had just established the detector web outside the
galaxy that enabled me to detect that ship?" He said, "More proof." I
said, "And He had done the same thing before, with the ship from
another dimension, where they were fighting each other. Just after I
had set up the detector web for that. I traced the malfunction that
caused them to appear here. A maintenance tech had a feeling to change
a little component, and another tech, with another feeling, changed
something else. The odds that they would have survived that, were too
great to consider. But they did, and I noticed them show up, and we
stopped their war. If God can cause those feelings in those people who
are much less able to communicate with him, well, how much of what I
do, really comes only from me?"
He said, "I believe now, more than ever, you really ARE God's
Prophet." I said, "Me, too." He said, "Why have you never done a world
love and healing broadcast on your own?" I said, "Unless ordered to, I
won't do a world broadcast alone. I'm afraid of what might happen. I
might be too powerful." He said, "Just how powerful are you?" I said,
"I can't tell you in words. Not even the best of my group can
understand that. What if I tell a joke, and they all laugh to death?"
He said, "You really think that can happen?" I said, "I don't know, but
there is a little temptation to find out. Best you don't encourage me."
He grinned and chuckled. I said, "It's actually more serious than
you're thinking. In Pakistan, I told a little joke about Hawk. God made
it happen!" He said, "Oh! That's true." I said, "Even more. It was from
a feeling." He said, "Wow!" I said, "Actually, we did say that, and in
discussing that later." He said, "So you don't know if some of your
feelings are actually yours. I would be a little frightened about
that." I said, "I'm not. Annoyed a little, when they interfere with my
plans, but He's God! How can I not like to have HIS feelings in me? I'm
practically filled with wows when I think of that. And that He would
choose me, for such an absolute honor, is just beyond words!" I wiped
my tears, and said, "Sorry for that. Didn't need a flood here."
He said, "Not at all. Do you know I felt your feelings then? Almost
overwhelming." I said, "If you want to talk about that, wait till I
leave. In fact, I think I've said too much already." He said, "Thank
you Solomon, for explaining things to us today." I said, "It was my
honor and duty." We were off air. I said, "I heard that. I'm leaving
before you go back on and seriously embarrass me." He chuckled. We
hugged with love, and I ported home. Mom said, "Well done! Or was it
you?" I said, 'Did you really have to say that?" Chuckles all around.
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